Previously
In the distance, in the backwoods behind the house.
Ginger. Coloured. Hair!
He was there. Hiding among the trees. Watching her. Giggling to himself.
"Of course, you know," she whispered to herself, glaring into the thick, dark, undergrowth at the ginger strands billowing in the breeze. "This. Means. War."
Part One - It All Began With a Knitting Needle - prompt: knitting needle
Part Two - Coffee is Required - prompt: coffee mug
Part Three - "No. Cow." - prompt: desk calendar
Part Four - This Means War - prompts: shawl and backwoods
The rage burbled up through her chest and wrenched at her heart. She clenched her fists, her nails dug deep into her flesh, and her entire body vibrated, spattering the ground with more orange droplets.
That maniac was going down. He was going to pay. This was the end of Joey's psychotic reign!
She took a deep breath.
"This is no time for senseless rage," she whispered, then narrowed her eyes. "No -- this is the perfect time for senseless rage! But first..."
First there were responsibilities.
Flicking off more orange droplets, she removed her shoes and unwrapped the shawl from around her neck. Thankfully her blouse was mostly intact. Tip-toeing around the paint, she hurried inside and found the phone.
"John Sweeney's office," the drone of a bored receptionist greeted her.
"Hello. My name is Jenny. I was to come in for an interview in approximately ten minutes. Something terrible has come up and I can't make it. I am so sorry. Can I please arrange for another time? Perhaps this afternoon?"
"Uh, I'll make a note, dear. I really don't think so, though. Mr Sweeney dislikes late notice and has a distinct hate for tardiness."
"Understandable," Jenny gritted her teeth. "I am sorry."
It seemed she would be stuck with Joey forever. Hanging up, she glared at Joey's bedroom door for an elongated minute before stalking towards it. She whipped it open then threw herself onto his bed, rubbing the remnants of orange paint all over his sheets.
Her eyes gravitated towards the sunscreen sitting on the bedside table and an evil grin spread across her face.
Joey was as pasty and pale as his hair was ginger. He wore that stuff slathered on him day in, day out. That would be the first. The first of many items that demanded her vengeful touch.
Her grin widened.
The reign of Jenny would now begin. It was her time to shine.
Hullo! Today is Day 811 of @mariannewest's five-minute #freewrite challenge! The prompt for today is -- sunscreen -- and this is what I came up with in 5 minutes, plus a few extra minutes for a tidy up.
You can find today's challenge -- AND JOIN IN!! -- at the following link:
@mariannewest/day-811-5-minute-freewrite-thursday-prompt-sunscreen
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